There were a hundred genius disciples and among them were ten First-Class Divine Demons. With such a huge lineup, even a Peak Divine Demons would admit defeat and flee.
Due to that, those genius disciples were extremely confident in facing Jian Wushuang.
"Huh, so what if you're powerful?"
"I don't believe alone you can face off a hundred of us?" The strong man had a wide grin.
Jian Wushuang, who was standing in the void in front of him transformed into several shadows.
The strong man curled his lips. "Do you still want to run away from the fight? I'll hunt down the Ice Queen if you run away!"
As soon as that strong man finished his sentence…
Slash!
Jian Wushuang's figure appeared in the crowd without a warning.
Hum—the void filled with a sense of bone-chilling atmosphere that they even spotted snow falling.
At the same time as the falling snow, a dreamy sword-light lit up.
